aai tek fai tek baingan dubolo
char minar ki biryani khalo
koi kare agar jee me dam
dil pe mat lo hath me lo

pudina khet me baith ke hilana
waiter shout ek chai teen empty lana
haule fuk fuk ke langa jala re
makde thuk thuk ke pan chaba re

so seen in the middle of coti
bunch of my cooks
i thing gobar poti
makes to me was a design sherwani matri
maa ki kirkiri ye kya pareshani
aai tek fai tek baingan dubolo
char minar ki biryani khalo
koi kare agar jee pe dam
dil pe mat lo hath me lo

buti patake latori karne nikla
riksha me do auntiyo ko dekha
light maring ye bolke katta mare to
thappa mar ke poti boli
yaha waha dekha to bhutta milenga tere ko
jab jab theator gadi me panchar
hindi auto maa ki dimag kharab lecture
khatu khatu do some time pass gate ka nahi gurka bola

andar jaane ko pachas photo khichna hai to ek sau pachas
forner hai to do sau pachas gaid hona to teen sau pachas
agar ladki ke saath lafda wafdakarne ka hai toooo
haidrabad me aisi ch yaro sab kuch hum full life lete yaro
haidrabad me aisi ch yaro sab kuch hum full life lete yaro
aai tek fai tek baingan dubolo
char minar ki biryani khalo
koi kare agar jee pe dam
dil pe mat lo hath me lo

Dip the brinjal, five times over, I implore,
Feast on Charminar's biryani, and then some more.
If life's breath flees, a moment's sting,
Don't grasp your heart, embrace what life will bring.

In mint fields, linger, let your spirit sway,
Waiter shouts, "One tea, three empty trays display."
Gently puff, ignite the embers' glow,
Spiders spit, their betel-stained thoughts bestow.

The scene unfolds, a hub of Kochi's core,
My cook's assemblage, and nothing more.
I sense the dung, the earthen, primal call,
A sherwani's design, a crumbling wall.
Mother's complaints, a grating, weary sound,
Dip the brinjal, five times over, all around,
Feast on Charminar's biryani, rich and bold,
If life's breath flees, a story to be told,
Don't grasp your heart, in your hand, you hold.

Seeking the high, a firecracker's fleeting gleam,
Saw two aunties in a rickshaw's hurried dream.
"Light the way," I said, a playful jab,
A slap in return, and then a turd's drab.
Look far and wide, the corn will be your guide,
When the theater's chariot breaks down inside,
Hindi autos and their lectures, a maddening tide,
Khatu Khatu, for some time to pass,
The gatekeeper's gruffness, alas!

Fifty photos, to enter within,
One hundred fifty, if you wish to begin.
Two fifty for the foreigner's grace,
Three fifty for a guide to pace.
If with a girl, you seek a tangled thread,
Hyderabad's embrace, where life is freely led,
Hyderabad's embrace, where life is freely led,
Dip the brinjal, five times over, take the lead,
Feast on Charminar's biryani, plant the seed,
If life's breath flees, a moment's plea,
Don't grasp your heart, set your spirit free.